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Dennis and Robby becoming popular amateur pornstars in the twitter community.
One day, they decided to film themselves during sex which theyâve done a few times before, but after rewatching this video they realized itâs a masterpiece and should be seen by others. The lighting was perfect, Dennis was folded a million ways to Sunday, and Robby sounded like a professional pornstar. It was just too good to keep hidden.
So after making a burner acct on twitter and cropping the video so their faces arenât in view, they post it online with a few adorning tags to help it circulate. And circulate it did.
Within a week, the post got over a million views, a hundred thousand likes, and a great handfuls of retweets and comments. The instant fame might have gone to their heads (more accurately, their dicks) and figured why not post a few more? Just for the good of the general public.
They posted one of Dennis sucking Robby off, the camera angled professionally to where it was just his mouth and throat in view taking Robbyâs cock messily delicious. There was another where Robby was sat between Dennisâ legs, eating him out until he was crying off camera, his thigh creatively covering Robbyâs face so just his salt and peppered hair and thick torso was in view. There were plenty of others of them fucking that got pretty good views on it, too.
They thought they did a pretty good job at being anonymous as it had been a few months of this going on and no reported recognitions but their little fantasy of being anonymous came to a screeching halt one day as the two of them were working a case together.
As they worked together checking the man in his late twenties who was cradling his arm after a biking accident, he started to look between the two of them as realization covered his face.
âHey, you guys look super familiar⌠or thereâs something about you that i feel like I know,â the man said as Robby checked over his chart and Dennis tested the mobility of his other limbs.
âYou been in the ER before?â Robby asked, looking up from over his glasses before going back to jot something down on the clipboard.
âNo, no. I donât think itâs your faces I recognize. I feel like your hair is kind of familiar. Is that weird to say?â He asked. Dennis just laughed as he looked over to Robby.
âIâve been told Iâm a bandwagoner with my hairstyle, my roommate cut it for me and-â
âHoly shit, do you guys have a twitter account?â
Robby and Dennis immediately stopped what they were doing and looked at each other in fear, Dennis dropping the hurt arm as the man howled in pain.
âSorry! Sorry, um, no we donât I donât even think this old man knows what twitter is,â Dennis rambled anxiously. âHere, hold your arm like this, a nurse will be in here in a second to look at it,â
âArenât you a doctor?â The man tried to ask but Dennis was already halfway out the door, Robby not far behind and he sputtered out apologies.
Dennis rounded an empty trauma room, tugging Robby in closely behind him.
âWe have to delete that account,â
âMaybe thereâs another couple on twitter out there who look exactly like us!â Dennis just gave Robby a deadpan look.
âIâm not losing my job over this, oh my god,â Robby watched as he paced the room, hands over his head in nervousness. Doing saw less of an issue with it but still sympathized with Dennisâ fear.
âWell, at least we didnât do that doctor/patient role play you wanted,â he barely had time to dodge the pillow Dennis had managed to grab and throw at him, laughing as at the weak shut up! his boyfriend shouted at him.
They didnât delete the account and posted the doctor/patient roleplay video a month later.
Dennis and Robby becoming popular amateur pornstars in the twitter community.
One day, they decided to film themselves during sex which theyâve done a few times before, but after rewatching this video they realized itâs a masterpiece and should be seen by others. The lighting was perfect, Dennis was folded a million ways to Sunday, and Robby sounded like a professional pornstar. It was just too good to keep hidden.
So after making a burner acct on twitter and cropping the video so their faces arenât in view, they post it online with a few adorning tags to help it circulate. And circulate it did.
Within a week, the post got over a million views, a hundred thousand likes, and a great handfuls of retweets and comments. The instant fame might have gone to their heads (more accurately, their dicks) and figured why not post a few more? Just for the good of the general public.
They posted one of Dennis sucking Robby off, the camera angled professionally to where it was just his mouth and throat in view taking Robbyâs cock messily delicious. There was another where Robby was sat between Dennisâ legs, eating him out until he was crying off camera, his thigh creatively covering Robbyâs face so just his salt and peppered hair and thick torso was in view. There were plenty of others of them fucking that got pretty good views on it, too.
They thought they did a pretty good job at being anonymous as it had been a few months of this going on and no reported recognitions but their little fantasy of being anonymous came to a screeching halt one day as the two of them were working a case together.
As they worked together checking the man in his late twenties who was cradling his arm after a biking accident, he started to look between the two of them as realization covered his face.
âHey, you guys look super familiar⌠or thereâs something about you that i feel like I know,â the man said as Robby checked over his chart and Dennis tested the mobility of his other limbs.
âYou been in the ER before?â Robby asked, looking up from over his glasses before going back to jot something down on the clipboard.
âNo, no. I donât think itâs your faces I recognize. I feel like your hair is kind of familiar. Is that weird to say?â He asked. Dennis just laughed as he looked over to Robby.
âIâve been told Iâm a bandwagoner with my hairstyle, my roommate cut it for me and-â
âHoly shit, do you guys have a twitter account?â
Robby and Dennis immediately stopped what they were doing and looked at each other in fear, Dennis dropping the hurt arm as the man howled in pain.
âSorry! Sorry, um, no we donât I donât even think this old man knows what twitter is,â Dennis rambled anxiously. âHere, hold your arm like this, a nurse will be in here in a second to look at it,â
âArenât you a doctor?â The man tried to ask but Dennis was already halfway out the door, Robby not far behind and he sputtered out apologies.
Dennis rounded an empty trauma room, tugging Robby in closely behind him.
âWe have to delete that account,â
âMaybe thereâs another couple on twitter out there who look exactly like us!â Dennis just gave Robby a deadpan look.
âIâm not losing my job over this, oh my god,â Robby watched as he paced the room, hands over his head in nervousness. Doing saw less of an issue with it but still sympathized with Dennisâ fear.
âWell, at least we didnât do that doctor/patient role play you wanted,â he barely had time to dodge the pillow Dennis had managed to grab and throw at him, laughing as at the weak shut up! his boyfriend shouted at him.
They didnât delete the account and posted the doctor/patient roleplay video a month later.
Ever since he walked in on Robby with a stranger that one time, Jack has been paranoid every time he enters the dorm. Any day of the week, all hours of the day he worries about walking in on Robby enjoying some other man.
Itâs just gross. They share a space, and Jack has the good sense not to bring any women around here, Robby should give him the same respect.
He says as much one night when heâs humping Robbyâs ass like a dog, hoping thatâll make him more pliable, but all Robby does is roll his eyes.
âJesus Christ. It was one time. I don't usually come back here," he says.
Jackâs top lip curls. "What? You like to fuck guys in dark alleys?"
"You shouldn't go sticking your dick where you can't see."
A horrible smugness takes over Robby's face. "Oh, you've got me on the wrong side of the wall."
He's bullshitting. Jack is almost certain. 99.9%, but doubt lingers. Jack hates it. "I don't like you talking back."
"I don't care what you like anymore," Robby says. "We can keep this up, but I'm enjoying myself."
"You weren't before?" The thought is a heavy hit to Jack's ego.
Robby hums. âThis is alright.â He reaches into his underwear and starts jerking himself off. Like Jack isnât even there, or heâs just some toy helping Robby reach his own orgasm.
âItâll be better if you let me fuck you.â Ever since that morning, Robby has had a strict no entrance policy on his asshole, and he rarely gets fully undressed anymore. Thankfully, heâs still willing to blow Jack, but only if he sets the pace. Gone are the days of Jack getting to fuck Robbyâs face like the wimpy little queer he is, which is a shame because Jack knows Robby liked it as much as he did.
âKiss me and you can,â Robby sneers.
Jack pushes himself up on his knees, distancing himself from Robby's tempting lips. "You wish." He juts his hips in silence, letting Robby's breathy sounds and the creak of the bed lead him to orgasm. Even as his dick softens, Jack continues to grind his crotch against the base of the plug sticking out of Robby's hole. It's too much; painful electric shocks zip through every touch, but he needs to play some part in Robby's peak.
Robby is just as captivating as always during his orgasm. Head tilted back, exposing his long, flushed neck, with desperate whimpers jumping out of his throat as his cock spurts white lines. Some of it escapes his tiny briefs and makes a pretty dotted line under his belly button. Jack has to bite his tongue to resist licking it up.
"That scratched an itch," Robby teases, stretching like he's woken from a nap. Nothing like the fucked out bliss Jack was hoping for. "But I'm still going out tonight."
"Fuck off," Jack bites. His legs wobble under him as he retreats to the bathroom.
"You should come," Robby calls after him.
Yeah fucking right. Jack lines himself up over the toilet and forces himself to pee, anything to get him away from Robby for a moment, away from his invite to whatever dilapidated building the city's homos meet in.
Piss dribbles into the toilet. Robbyâs offered for Jack to tag along to The Man Hole before; the name alone is enough to make Jack grimace. He can't imagine how filthy he'd feel stepping inside; he's sure whatever that place is, someone like Robby has no business hanging around there. Jack stuffs his dick back in his pants and ignores Robby for the rest of the afternoon.
Long after the sun sets, Robby leans against Jack's half of the wall. "Sure you don't want to come?" He's cut the bottom half of his shirt off, exposing the soft hair that stretches from his belly button to under the waistband of his panties that pokes out over his jeans.
"No," Jack grits out. He turns back to his book and clenches his fist as Robby leaves.
What the fuck is Robby going to do there anyway? Drink shitty beer? Or maybe a frilly girl drink; that might be the only thing they sell at homo bars. He has to be lying about the glory hole. There's no way he would actually do that.
What if Robby does? What if he does it for the first time tonight just to prove a point to Jack? No way. Jack grabs his keys and runs out the door.
The Man Hole is more difficult to find than Jack anticipated, but eventually he finds the glowing red sign in a dingy part of town. The lights in the 'O' wink at him. Fitting.
It's way more crowded inside than Jack anticipated; men in mesh shirts and cut-off shorts keep knocking into him. One guy winks at him, but Jack ignores him, solely focused on finding Robby and dragging him far away from here.
Just when Jack is starting to think Robby was giving him the runaround and didn't come here at all, Jack spots a familiar head of hair. In theory, there's nothing special about it: straight, brown, and short, like half the fuckers in here, but Jack knows that hair. He's felt it between his fingers and yanked at it in desperation.
There's an older guy behind Robby, holding his waist, caging him against the bar, and whispering something in his ear. Robby laughs at something he says and leans back in his grip, tilting his head up and saying something that scrapes his lips over the man's jaw.
Jack stares. It's better than a glory hole, but not by much. This guy's greasy fucking hair is tickling Robby's cheek, and Jack has to suppress the impulse to rip it out of this guy's scalp.
He's picturing all the ways he could beat the snot out of this guy when Robby spots him, and it only takes one horrible second for him to decide to punish Jack.
Robby wraps his arms around the man's shoulders and captures his lips in his own. The man doesn't waste any time. He envelopes Robby's bare waist with his large hands and pushes Robby back against the bar.
The whole bar goes red. Jack shoves his way through the crowd, grabs the man's shirt with two angry fists and throws him back. Jack can hear him stumbling and cursing behind him, but he doesn't give a fuck. All his attention is on Robby.
Jack takes the man's place, caging Robby in, and presses a hot, wet kiss to Robby's neck. He can feel the gasp in Robby's throat against his lips.
"What the fuck?" The guy's rasping voice echoes. Jack detaches himself from Robby's neck and looks up. Robby is staring back at him with rich brown eyes. "You didn't say you had a boyfriend."
"I don't," Robby says. His eyes never leave Jack's.
Jack leans in close and whispers in Robby's ear, "I kissed you. You said if I wanted to fuck you, I had to kiss you. You never said where."
One corner of Robby's mouth quirks up. "TouchĂŠ." He looks past Jack's shoulder. "Sorry."
"Fuckin' whatever," the guy mutters. Good riddance.
Robby grabs Jack's hand and drags him through the crowded bar. A warm tingle spreads through Robby's fingers into Jack, sprinting up the length of his arm, through his chest, to a flutter in his stomach.
The bathroom lights are a lot brighter than the main area. Jack blinks stupidly, waiting for his eyes to adjust, and lets Robby guide him to the last stall.
There's a hole in the wall leading to the next stall over.
The fluttering in Jack's stomach becomes a grating churn. "You don't really..."
Robby follows his eye line and laughs. "Ew, no." He pushes Jack playfully. "I only fuck hot guys."
Jack's chest puffs. "So you weren't gonna fuck that dude?"
"Hey! I thought he was handsome."
A disapproving noise comes from Jack. Robby grins and slings his arms around Jack's neck.
"It's in your best interest to trust my taste," he teases. He tightens his arms until they're barely two inches apart. Robby must have been one of God's favorite creations, because there is no reason for him to be this beautiful.
The beauty closes his eyes and comes impossibly closer. At the last second, Jack turns his head, and Robby's lips land on his cheek, barely missing the corner of his mouth.
Robby pulls away and clicks his jaw in irritation. "Seriously?"
"I held up my end of the deal," Jack argues.
"No, you found a loophole." His hands land on his hips. They are accentuated stunningly by his exposed underwear. "Which I will honor under one condition."
"What?" Jack's dick has been throbbing since he felt Robby's pulse under his lips; he'll do anything. The fantasy of kissing Robby properly enters his head again. Almost anything.
"Kiss me again. If you're not going to kiss me right, you're gonna kiss me as much as you want to fuck me."
Robby's head hits the wall with a small thunk as Jack shoves him against it. His lips are locked on Robby's neck before he can think, leaving a sloppy, wet trail in his wake.
It isn't long before the collar of Robby's shirt gets in his way. Without thinking, Jack lifts Robby's cropped shirt and kisses the center of his chest. Robby is too thin for there to be any semblance of cleavage, but he reacts with pretty sighs just like all the girls Jack has had before.
It's too easy to take one of Robby's nipples in his mouth. Jack swirls his tongue around the bud, sucking and nipping around it, anything to keep Robby's pretty moans going.
Robby fists his hands in Jack's curls, which gets a moan rumbling through Jack. He wonders if this is how it feels when he holds Robby while he goes down on him.
Jack continues his way down Robby's soft stomach, giving special attention to his happy trail.
"That's good," Robby sighs. "So good."
Jack needs to hear more of that.
He licks a long stripe over the waistband of Robby's panties and undoes his jeans. They fall to the floor in a pathetic pile, and the tent of Robby's straining dick has never been closer to his face.
No. No way.
Jack flips Robby so his front is pressed against the wall. He pulls the backside of Robby's tiny briefs down and relishes in the way his ass bounces from the movement.
He decorates one cheek with sloppy kisses and kneads the other with a wide palm.
"Jack," Robby gasps. "Oh, fuck." He reaches back and replaces one hand back on Jack's head. His grip isn't as good from this angle, but the way his blunt nails scratch at the back of Jack's neck is hypnotizing.
Jack uses one thumb to spread Robby's cheeks and feel his empty hole. "No plug?"
Robby scoffs. "And risk it hitting this floor?"
Excellent point. The foul condition of what he's kneeling on hadn't been at the forefront of Jack's mind, too engrossed in Robby, but he sure as hell wouldn't want any of his shit to touch it either. He wouldn't be in here at all if it weren't for the incentive in front of him.
He spreads Robby's cheeks with both hands, fully exposing his fluttering hole. He's frequently wondered how different it would be to have his tongue here versus a pussy. Jack runs his thumb across it, and it flutters. Practically begging for Jack to find out.
Girls have asses...
He licks a long, thick stripe over Robby's hole. A sharp gasp and a firm yank on his hair are the first answer he gets. He takes another lick.
"Fuck! Jack, are you out of your mind?"
Maybe. It's not anything like a pussy. Not as soft or wet, but it's got it's own allure. Tighter for sure. He digs his hand into the meat of Robby's ass and worms his tongue inside. It's softer than he thought.
Gorgeous whimpers echo through the bathroom. God, Jack wishes they were back in the dorm. He would lay Robby down and trace his insides all night.
His tongue slips out, and Jack zigzags over the outside, adoring the way Robby twitches at the sensation. Jack shoves his own hand down the front of his jeans and jerks his cock with hard strokes.
Robby is gasping and whimpering his name so prettily. All Jack can think about is getting him off like this, making Robby cum in his little panties because Jack is eating him out. No dick needed.
It isn't long before Robby is pushing back against his face, chasing his own orgasm. Fuck, there is nowhere else Jack ever wants to be but right here.
He feels the moment Robby cums. Robby shakes and quivers around Jack's tongue and moans like a howl. Jack prays everyone in the bar heard him. Especially that fucker from earlier.
Robby is clenching in the aftershocks when Jack soils his own jeans. He sprays hot and desperate into his own hand and pumps until there's nothing left for him to give.
Jack pants in the open air, wishing he was back buried inside Robby, gathering his bearings as Robby redresses himself.
"Okay," Robby sighs. "Deal kept."
He's ethereal, standing over Jack like this. He looms like a marble statue. Something for Jack to beg and pray at the feet of.
Robby grabs Jack's hand and helps him stand. "Let's go home."
All Jack can do is nod. Robby could guide him anywhere right now, and he'd be too entranced to stop him.
on occasion, dennis whitaker will ground himself with⌠the ground. growing up with hardwood floors, it wasnât uncommon for him or his brothers to splay out on the floor to try to escape the summer heat. nowadays though, he just drops to the carpet of the apartment whenever he feels homesick.
the first time he was a little nervous, turning to trinity and asking, âhey, is it cool if i like⌠lay on the floor?â
âumm, sure? i donât care, man.â
it becomes one of those behaviors of his that trinity deems slightly weird. eventually she gets used to it, and doesnât even bat an eye when she has to step over him, sprawled across the kitchen floor, to get to the fridge. sometimes he falls asleep, most times itâs just for the comforting familiarity.
baran, however, does not have the same knowledge, and one afternoon, about 2 months into dating trinity, she opens the apartment door with trinity in tow carrying groceries. thatâs when she finds dennis inexplicably laying loose-limbed along the living room floor.
immediately considering the worst, a habit sheâs picked up since working at the pitt, she braces herself to face whatever may be wrong with him. looking back at trinity, she whispers, âdonât go in there⌠let me take care of this.â locking the door behind her, baran anxiously creeps towards dennisâs slack body.
confounded and worried, trinity sets down the bags and searches for the spare key under the mat. then, she cracks the door open to peek inside and sees the scene playing out. silently laughing to herself, she sneaks up behind baran, whoâs about to check for a pulse, and gently tosses a loaf of bread at dennis. it lands right on his sternum, and heâs suddenly resurrected.
simultaneously, baran and dennis sigh out the words, âwhat the fuck.â baran out of confusion, dennis out of annoyance.
unable to hold her laughter back anymore, trinity starts heading to the hallway to get the rest of groceries, âwe got white bread for the white boy!â
dennis groans out a thanks, and baran, trying to regain control of her breathing, flops down next to him on the floor.
âdaddy pass the saltâ trope with hucklerabbot lmaoo
dennis brings his partners home for the first time, having coached his family and his partners extensively to play nice and be nice, only for it to go fuck all anyway at a slip-up.
âdaddy,â dennisâ voice rings out, obviously distracted. âcan you please pass the salt?â
robby and dennisâ dad reach for it at the same time, the two of them acting on instinct, only for every conversation in the room to screech to a halt at that. robbyâs hand is hovering so close to jacobâs, their fingertips near touching, and everyone watches as an angry flush climbs from his neck up to his temple. poor man looks like heâs about to faint.
dennis doesnât look any different. heâs so flushed that his hair is starting to look blond again the way it was when he was a chubby baby bothering the poor sheep in the barn. the only one who looks so unaffected by everything is jack whoâs sitting calmly with a giddy grin because oh this is so interesting.
âdr. robinavitch?â
ouch. and just when dennisâ folks are starting to call him michael.
âyeah?â
âdâya mind droppinâ yer hand so i can give my son the salt.â
robby rips his hand away and plants both palms on his thighs, refusing to look at anyone, especially his partners. jacob snatches the ceramic salt shaker and drops it firmly in front of dennis. god, dennis feels like throwing up.
âhere yâ go, son,â jacob rumbles to dennis, never once tearing his eyes off robby as he does so. dennis gives a muted nod, not willing to break his silence lest they make him explain just why in the world was dennis calling a man who isnât his dad, granted robbyâs almost as old as jacob, daddy.
jack decides to add gas to the fire.
âwhat do we say, denny?â he asks, leaning forward to cross his arms on the table. robby breathes in sharply, turning to look at jack with his mouth agape, while dennis gives him such a nasty glare that jack almost apologizes. almost.
what? he didnât like being left out like that. not when, before robby got over his guilt and finally allowed himself to accept dennisâ love, jackâs the one who pampered their sweet boy until heâs needy and rotten.
âcâmon, denny,â jack pokes. âitâs easyâyou know this.â
jacob presses his palm to the base of his neck, tension headache kicking in. the rest of the whitakers stay quiet, watching, enraptured even with the weight of their discomfort. like seeing a shark attack in person and finding awe in the blood dancing in the tide.
jack can see the way dennisâ anger buildsâhe knows that heâll pay for this when dinner is overâbut he canât stop. he likes the attention, the thrill. he likes being perceived as someone important to dennis. as someone who holds the leash.
dennis licks at his teeth, swallowing loudly, before gritting out, âthanks, dad.â
jacob sags in his chair like a marionette with its strings cut loose. he looks so much older now and even more in distraught. amidst his exhaustion, he locks his gaze to jackâs.
âand? yâ are?â
jack, having had his fill, doesnât tell them the truth. he breaks the tension, slipping into a light chuckle as he winks at dawn. âiâm the mom.â
that does the magic and the table joins in, hungered for the switch back to normalcy. jacob laughs, loud and booming, and dawn follows with a healthy trill. dennisâ brothers poke at their youngest, crooning and joking, and even dennis feels comfortable enough to join in, scrunching his nose at his brothersâ teases before pushing at samuel with enough force to topple the guy off his seat.
only robbyâs looking at him with wide eyes. jack knows, he understands. because he almost told everyone the nature of their dynamic, teasing a revelation about jackâs role in dennisâ life.
because while robby is their puppyâs daddy, jack is dennisâ papa.
Dennis who locks Robby out of the house when heâs mad <3
They have some petty argument (that Dennis started cuz he was feelingâŚbratty) while theyâre out and about. As soon as Robby pulls into the driveway Dennis is out of the car before itâs even in park. He bolts into the house with no other word and slams the door before Robby can even make it to the porch.
Robby goes to turn the handle when he finally makes it up to the house just to find it stuck in place. He sighs and rolls his eyes as he bangs on the door.
âDennis,â he groans. âLet me in the house.â
âNo!â He hears.
âBaby, please. I got the key anyway, donât make this hard for me.â
âJust go somewhere else, Iâm sure one of the other hundred of people youâve slept with will take you in!â
âThat was twenty-five years ago and it wasnât hundreds!â
âIt was enough!â
Robby goes to speak again but hears the tell-tale sign of the creaking floors and then a door slam in the distance. He nearly grabs his keys out of his pocket to open the door to let himself in, but just at the last minute an idea pops into his head.
He pulls out his phone instead, types out a message, and sends it before placing it back into his pocket and making his way over to the wicker furniture on the porch.
Twenty minutes go by before a familiar truck pulls into the driveway and shuts off, the door slamming shut as the agitated owner walks up.
âHey, Jack.â Robby says as the man walks up to him. Before he was even able to say anything else, Jack cuts him off.
âIs the brat inside?â
Robby just nods and stands up, grabbing his keys to finally unlock the door. The two men walk in quietly, shuffling over anything that would make noise. Robby lets Jack take the lead as he follows him to the bedroom theyâd both spent plenty of time together in.
Jack opens up the door trying his best to avoid a creak, but the old doors could only do so much. They observed the lump of boy in the bed, covers pulled up and over him as he laid limp on Robbyâs side.
Jack crept in, purposely stepping on the wobbly board. Dennis heard the shift in wood and without even looking up said, âYou finally decided to come and apologize to me?â
Jack scoffed as Robby let out a noise of disbelief. The two voices seemed to get Dennisâ attention and he craned his neck, eyes going wide as he saw the two men in front of him.
âJack, what are you doing-â
âYou know, your daddy here called me for some help, sayinâ how disrespectful his boy was being. Not that I didnât believe him but I just had to see what he was handling with my own two eyes.â
And as Jack was walking over to othe bed, Dennis went to fully turn his body to sit up. Jack was quicker.
He had the back of Dennisâ neck in his hand in a second and used the force to turn him back to his front. He threw Dennisâ phone out of his hand and onto the bedside table with a clank, straddling the back of Dennis and using his good leg to dig into the mattress for stability.
Jack removed his hand from his neck and grabbed the curls at the base of his head. He tightened his grip on them and pulled his head up so dennis was eye level with Jacks face.
âNow, I donât want to have to help but i absolutely will- youâre gonna tell your daddy sorry for treatinâ him like that, right?â
Jack really didnât even give him time to nod on his own and swiped his autonomy right from under him, using the grip he had on his hair to do it for him. Jack shushed Dennisâ pathetic yelp of pain and moved their bodies so Dennis was facing Robby.
âSay it, pup. Tell your daddy sorry,â
âSorry, daddy,â Dennis mumbled
âLouder, dog.â
âIâm sorry, daddy!â
Jack looked up to Robby who was standing over them now with his arms crossed, watching his nod of approval. Jack nodded back in response and shoved Dennisâ head back into the bed, holding it down for a few seconds as good measure
âGood,â Jack said. He clambered off of the bed and stood next to Robby as they watch the boy lay helpless under them.
âNow, letâs see how else that pretty little mouth can apologize to us,â
Yessss!!! I am salivating at the rise of age gap yuri using âmomâ instead of âmommyâ. Like, both are amazing, but they hit slightly different? And I love it. Want to see more fic with this haha
no literally like mommy is kinky⌠mom is justâŚ. Ugh. Fucking disgusting (in quite literallly the hottest way)
I will so absolutely expand on this bc thereâs nothing more than I love to think about than Victoria begging her mom to pound her into the springs of their mattress
Feeling inspired rn and thinking about jack abbot having a pool and the pittlings using it whenever they want. I like to think heâs got a big house cuz #attendingmoney so even if Jack comes home from a shift and falls asleep, the pittlings are in his house and his his pool to he is absolutely none the wiser.
He wakes up in the afternoon and gets showered, dressed, the whole nine yards with not even an inkling of whatâs happening. It takes him walking through the hallways of his house to even hear a slight commotion. Jack creeps into his kitchen, listening to the sounds of movement making its way around his kitchen.
Jack rounds the corner and sees Trinity standing over his island, slapping condiments and lunch meat in a piece of bread. He makes a noise of surprise that gets her attention.
âOh, hey,â she says as she turns her gaze back to her sandwich. âWant some food?â
Jack is taken back at her question as if sheâs not currently in his house using his groceries.
âWhat the hell are you doing in my house?â He asks. She looks up at him, shrugging his shoulders like it was the stupidest question sheâs heard.
âUm, itâs hot? Weâre using your pool,â
âWe?â Jack exclaimed. Trinity used he knife to gesture to the sliding glass doors to which he sees the rest of their little crew lounging in or by the pool.
âYeah, me and Dennis came here earlier and then Mel and Victoria drove together. Samira just pulled up, I think sheâs in the bathroom,â
Jack just slides into one of stools under the island and sighs. He watches the kids jump in the pool, splashing and shouting in excitement.
âHow long have you been here?â Trinity looks over to the clock on the stove at his question.
âSince twelve. Everyone was so scared theyâd wake you, I told them you sleep like a fucking rock.â
Jack looked up at her. âHow long have you been sneaking into my house?â
âHm, what was the last staff party you had here?â
âYouâve been sneaking into my house since thanksgiving?!â
Trinity just sigh and puts her utensil down, looks up at Jack in exasperation. âDo you want a fucking sandwich or not?â
Heâs silent for a moment as he studies the outside again. Jack looks back at Trinity where she continued her sandwich making.
Dana and Robby letting their puppies [Emma and Dennis respectively] have a playdate, giving them toys to share and treats when they play nicely.
Dana and Robby watching their puppies fuck on the floor, Whit mounting a perfectly presenting Emmy, driving his hips into her while he pants against the back of her neck, Emmy drooling on the carpet as her knees slowly slide further and further apart.
Dana and Robby cooing at them the entire time.
"Good boy being gentle, Whit. Does Emmy's little puppycunt feel good? She going to make you cum?"
"Emmy, baby, look at you. My perfect girl. Let Whit put his puppies in you like a good bitch, just let him fill you up, doll."
Omgg yes bc itâs Chadâs week with Harrison (idk if the logistics of their custody agreement whtev) but he forgot something at Cassieâs that he desperately needed for school. Chad was just like itâs fine, Iâll go grab it you just stay here finish ur homework.
Chad walking into the seemingly empty apt with the key he borrowed from their son. Heâs walking around the living room and he knows what heâs looking for but he needs to make sure the woman is aware heâs there if she is home.
He doesnât see it anywhere in the main area so he makes his way back towards the rooms, calling Cassieâs name but hearing response. As he gets closer to Cassieâs room he started to hear muffled noises that he canât really make out. Clearly, sheâs home, so he knocks slightly on the door which is cracked a bit, muttering out a âCas?â
No response, and if he was married to this woman for years surely itâs fine if he just walks in, right? So he fully opens the door at the same time he hears Cassie mutter out âgood fuckinâ girl, use that tongue,â
His eyes nearly pop out of his head as he sees Cassie standing there, facing the wall with her pants pulled down her thighs. He looks down at the person kneeling beneath her with their face shoved up near Cassieâs⌠oh god
âCassie, what the fuck!?â He shouts. Cassie was mid moan when spoke, the moan turning into a scream. She whipped her head around to him, placing a hand on top of the persons head under her.
âChad? What the fuck are you doing here!? Do you knock??â
Cassie quickly pulls her pants up and rebuckles them into place just as the person stands up. She looks young, like, real young. And is that..?
âIs that the doctor from the fucking hospital?â He points at the girl who just looks at him with wide eyes. She goes to speak, her mouth opening and shutting like a fish.
âVic, no,â Cassie stops her. âIt doesnât fucking matter where sheâs from, what the hell are you doing in my house?â
âHarrison needed something for school and-â
âSo you think itâs in my fucking room?!â She yells. She doesnât even give him time to speak as she starts pushing him out. âGo, get the fuck out of here. Iâll bring him whatever he needs later but you need to leave,â
He lets himself be pushed out of the room and out the door. He turns to her before sheâs able to shut it in his face.
Everyone always writes abt hucklerobby hookup before they met (which absolutely #yummers #keepthatshitup) but what about mcvadi?!?
You have Little Miss Victoria who is days away from starting her big girl job at the PTMC and was refusing to step into the adult world still a child. So, she downloads every dating app she can think of until she can find someone whoâs sleazy enough to sleep with her in the first date which was a big wake up call for her when it took three tries. She swipes right on an older woman, Cassie, who looked like she could just rock her fucking world. What better way to piss her mom off than to sleep with a woman who was probably closer in age with her mother.
Cue Cassie, whoâs still dealing with the aftermath of the divorce and the custody battles, just needs some relief. She goes on some dating app to find some good prospects and she lands on Victoria who is absolutely way too young for her but their conversations are so heated and delicious she couldnât bear to pass up on her. Victoria seemed to not want to waste anytime and agreed on the one night stand idealization,A perfect and quick hit. Plus, sheâll never see her again, right? No one needs to know.
Of course, Cassie picks her up for the date, treats her to a nice dinner at her apartment, and proceeds to simply pound Victoria through the mattress. Cassie lets her stay the night, she may be a sleazeball but sheâs not a douchebag, and drops her off at home the next day, bidding goodbye to probably the best pussy sheâs ever had. Victoria nearly sheds a tear at the fact sheâll never have a great lay like that again, her poor cunt twitching in mourning.
After a few days of longing from the both of them, they get ready for their shift. Cassie was already dreading the new rotation of med students and Victoria was buzzing with excitement to start in the ED, but the memory of the other night lay prominently in the backs of their mind.
It was almost a miracle when they met each otherâs eyes at the exact same time, both of them going wide with shock at the sight of their hookup. Cassie nearly drops her clipboard while Victoria tugged hard on her stethoscope around her neck. Just their luck they get paired together for the day, the ever-so-helpful Robby pulling them close and telling Victoria thereâs a lot you can learn from this woman. If he only knew.
Victoria spent the day trailing behind Cassie, who avoided Victoriaâs gaze like the plague. Anytime their eyes met or their hands crossed paths, the tension between them pulled tighter.
Honestly I could see two different scenarios to this- they fuck the second theyâre alone (Cassie needed to âshowâ something to Victoria in a janitorial closet) or they just mutually pine for each other for months. Maybe not pine, per se, but lust. Like the room is just electrically charged anytime theyâre near each other and everyone can feel it⌠yeah itâs just something Iâd like to think about
